Lessons in stomach aviation.

Jun 09, 2003 11:43

In my bed, I put my nose to my pillow where her head had laid and I inhale so deeply pining for her touch.

This weekend Emma took me to a place I've never been before. To describe this place is to limit it. With each sentence you read you would be a bird flying closer to a window. And just as you were about to "experience" it - your neck would snap. If I told you how the place was framed in the most beautiful landscape, you would have no idea what I was talking about. If I told you that the place is paradisaical in every sense of the word, I would be lying to both you and I. This place smells, feels and looks like everything I've ever wanted. This place is Forever, and I'm never leaving.

I'm doing my feelings no justice. I wish I could just write the sheet music to the melody that my heart has been beating to these last few months.

I believe in fate, I believe in destiny. And therefor I believe that the simple boy in the Ink&Dagger shirt fell in love the moment he looked upon the girl in the red Locust shirt.

"Mom, you know what?"
"What, honey?"
"I have a feeling things are going to work out for me."
"I know, baby, now do the dishes."
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